This is a song about "Feceal matter"

So no matter what you been through,no matter what seen through

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Are you fast? it don't matter

But that's what he liked her

That damier bag i bought her

Psycopathic vengeance matter?

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Take a backseat in my grey matter

Too little here to matter

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Said her hearts, in a cage

Life wont matter or change

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Or my parade for that matter

But you know what, that ain't matter

I pipe in and one night her